It goes without saying
That I was wrong
I’ve been wrong
So many times
I have to wonder
What is right
Perhaps I have expected
What one would say
Was far too much
From those
Whom I’ve encountered
From the human race
I remember one by one
When they turned
And walked away
Frightened of the words
On the diagnosis
Perhaps they must have thought
That cancer
Spreads with just a touch
Perhaps their fear
Was far too deep
To grace
But I am not alone
In abandoned disbelief
While tides still
Come and go
Beneath the moon
For I can feel the hope
That lingers
Far beyond the sun
And touch the healing light
That heals the soul
Michael33
this is wonderful
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wow fabulous work here friend.
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